Today before lunch my oldest son and I sat out on our front porch. The sun was shining, and I just couldn't sit inside any longer. I grabbed my coat, coffee, and a pillow to sit on. My son grabbed his coat, hot chocolate, pillow, and his Hardy Boys book.
I asked him to please read to me. He did it with great joy so it seemed.
As I was sitting there listening to him read, I was remembering back to his first grade year. I remember having to listen to him read to me. He wasn't a bad reader; he was just hard to listen to because he would stop in the middle of a sentence to look at the pictures in the book. Pictures were a great distraction to him. I remember having to put my hand over the picture just so he would finish reading the sentences.
I loved remembering back and now listening to what a great reader he is. Then I thought, "WOW, I taught him how to read!"
Homeschooling has its ups and downs. Today was an "UP"